Deep End (Signet) by Joy Fielding

From the hot York instances bestselling writer of See Jane Run comes the final word story of household terror. Joanne's husband leaves her, and her ally turns into a stranger. simply whilst Joanne thinks it cannot get any worse, the telephone calls start. "You've been a nasty woman . . . i will kill you." Reissue.

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I'm serious, Joanne," Paul tells her. Eve sees that he is. Her back sinks into the softness of the blue chair. For an instant, but only an instant, her eyes cloud over with the hint of tears, and then, almost imperceptibly, her face changes, the set of her jaw hardens, and the clouds are gone, the would-be tears evaporate. Eve stares at Paul with cold, clear eyes, and when she finally speaks, her voice is hard, her words angry. " "I don't know why," Paul admits after a lengthy pause. "You don't know why," Eve repeats, nodding as if she understands, which only serves to underline the absurdity of what Paul has just said.

She nodded her readiness to listen. He looked at her with the same trepidation that she had seen in his face on that afternoon three years earlier when he had rushed home in the middle of the day to tell her that her father had suffered a heart attack and had been rushed to the hospital. She didn't know what he was going to say. She knew only that she wasn't going to like it. Later that night, after her husband had packed some things in a small suitcase and left to spend the night in a hotel, Joanne ran the scene in her mind as Eve would have played it.

But Eve is no longer there, and Joanne wonders if, in fact, she ever was. Lately, her mind has been playing tricks . . ("I'm not saying that someone isn't phoning you," she hears Eve say. " "Of course," Eve tells her, suddenly defensive. "You asked me to, didn't you? " "I'm not even sure it is a man! It's such a strange voice. " "Well, of course it's a man," Eve states flatly. "Women don't make obscene phone calls to other women. "These are more than just obscene calls," Joanne corrects her. "He says he's going to kill me.